Although Lu Chuan's plan sounded simple, it was the best approach at the moment. It could be implemented quietly and tested silently. If there was a problem, a long-dormant snake would be exposed. If there was no problem, Old Song would be cleared of all charges and the investigation could continue.
Several people agreed immediately, and then discussed the details for a while. Feeling that nothing was missing, they agreed on the date and time to implement the plan, and Lu Chuan and Li Junmin left one after another.
You Tianfu was always grateful to Lü Chuan and his companions. To be honest, they didn't have much of a relationship, just ordinary cellmates. He had accidentally saved Lü Chuan twice. But Lü Chuan always treated him as one of his own, and Hu Jicheng was considerate of him in every way. This feeling was very comforting.
In the following time, the three of them accompanied Qin Yuer out for a walk and bought themselves a few sets of clothes with different styles from usual ones. They would change into them two days later. According to the plan agreed in advance, they waited at the door of Song Wenhua's house early.
Song Wenhua lived in a village in Lujiu City, where he had bought a private house with its own entrance and courtyard. He didn't live in an apartment building because he was broke, but because he was physically disabled and couldn't find a woman. He was bored, so he loved to raise some small animals and plant some flowers. It was a comfortable life.
It happened to be Saturday, and Song Wenhua was having a day off. You Tianfu and the other two were squatting in an alley opposite his house. Whenever someone passed by, they could see them by turning around.
By noon, no one had come to visit, so Song Wenhua finally left. He was dressed casually, a white sweatshirt, a gray jacket, gray pants, a baseball cap, and a pair of gray cloth shoes. He seemed in a good mood, his hands in his pockets, his steps lazily, humming a little tune as he walked off into the distance.
Seeing this, the three of them immediately followed, followed all the way through two intersections, and finally stopped in a busy street.
The downtown area is not large and is divided into two sides, north and south. On the south side is a square where some people are dancing, some are playing cards, and some are spreading some red paper on the ground to tell fortunes. On the north side is a row of food stores, selling all kinds of stir-fries, noodles, drinks and dried fruits.
Song Wenhua stopped at a bun shop in the north, found a table by the door, ordered two trays of buns and a bowl of soup, and ate while admiring the dancing crowd opposite.
The three brothers had been following all the way, and were worried about being noticed if they got too close, so they simply stopped at the north corner of the square and watched Song Wenhua's every move through the crowd.
Song Wenhua ate slowly, watching others dancing, listening to dance music, and sometimes even nodding his head along.
Seeing this, Hao Zhengguang couldn't help but exclaimed, "I heard that if a man loses his roots, he ages very quickly. Do you think Old Song has any signs of this? He's not even forty yet, but he's living the life of a sixty-year-old, and he's quite enjoying it..."
You Tianfu replied, "This doesn't seem to have any medical basis. Those eunuchs in ancient times didn't age very quickly. It depends on the individual. Maybe this is just Old Song's lifestyle..."
As the two were talking, they heard someone shouting from the side: "Come on, come on, I'll show you around. I lost a pack of cigarettes and won a meal. Bet less, earn less; bet more, earn more..."
Two meters to their left, a dark-skinned, thick-lipped man with an overbite sat on the steps. In front of him was a small table covered with a red cloth. On the cloth lay three playing cards: a colored king and two black and white kings.
A number of people had gathered around him, some watching the fun, others already placing bets. The rules were simple: three playing cards, which he would swap several times in front of the players, and then have them place bets on which card would be the King. With a one-third chance of winning, the stakes would be deducted, while a correct guess would double.
In order to create a stronger visual effect, Dibaotian even took out a stack of brand new hundred-dollar bills so that everyone could place their bets with confidence, saying that he could afford the loss no matter how big it was.
These street-side gambling stalls are often rigged. Some avoid them, but others eagerly try. Some bet a hundred, some a hundred. After a few rounds, the results are predictable: no one can beat the one-third chance of accurately guessing the winning number. Seeing this, the others dare not try again, and Dibaotian can only continue to shout with all his might.
After waiting for a long time with no one coming forward, just as everyone was about to disperse, a white figure squeezed through the crowd and approached. It was a young man in a white shirt, white pants, white leather shoes, a white leather bag slung over his shoulder, and even his hair was a light white.
His features were very delicate, and he seemed to have light makeup on. His long bangs covered his eyes, and he had thick eyebrows, deep eyes, and a high nose bridge. The dazzling outfit he wore instantly gave him a touch of aristocracy!
The man in white came up to the table and asked about the specific rules of overbite. He nodded as if he understood, then looked at the stack of hundred-dollar bills beside the table: "One in three probability, that's easy. How much money do you have? I want to go all in!"
When Diaobaotian heard this, his brows flickered with uncontrollable joy. Fearing that he would change his mind, he quickly responded, "Not more, not less, ten thousand yuan. I just took it out of the bank, it's still warm! Handsome guy, want to play a game?"
"Come on! I'm lucky today, I'm sure I can guess it!" As he spoke, the man pulled out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the table. The people around him immediately became interested and gathered around.
Without a word, the overbite showed his cards and placed them upside down on the red cloth. He crossed his hands and swapped the three cards back and forth like lightning. Finally, he suddenly stopped and smiled triumphantly: "I guessed the king, ten thousand becomes twenty thousand, handsome boy, you look so good!"
The man rolled his eyes left and right, without any hesitation: "I guess the king is in the middle!" After that, he ignored the card in the middle, but turned over the left and right cards at the same time with both hands, and the cards were all jokers!
Seeing this, Diaobatian's face turned ugly in an instant, and his eyes changed from complacency to surprise. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
Under everyone's gaze, the man pocketed both stacks of banknotes, slipped out of the crowd, and disappeared in the blink of an eye...
The spectators around were still marveling at him, but Lin Lidong, with a look of disdain on his face, muttered, "Obviously a shill. How could anyone actually believe such a low-level scam!"
You Tianfu and Hao Zhengguang also looked helpless. Of course, they could see that the man in white and the overbite were actually in the same group.
Just when the three thought the card game would continue, Diaobaotian rolled up the black cloth and closed the small table, then stood up and left. His small eyes were filled with murderous intent...
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